Dongmen Weisheng smiled and said, "Please let me go, otherwise how can I get the painting in my pocket?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed.

"Senior Brother Dongmen is too humble, and even the hall chief appreciates your masterpiece."

In Yun Ji's eyes, these people are the objects he wants to learn and look up to.

He's really too short.

The garden party is organized by the students themselves, and generally speaking, the stewards of the college are not involved. This time, Fu Guangde took a different kind of thought, so naturally he would not invite the steward of the academy.

Those people are basically the apprentices of the mountain chief Luo Hongyun, which is equivalent to Luo Hongyun's eyeliner, they are all human spirits, and they must not be seen through at a glance if they make some small moves on the spot.

"Thanks to the sponsorship of Brother Fu Guangde, the garden party began, according to the past practice, we cast pots to compose poems, those who do not vote drink and write a poem, and those who drink tea naturally and watch the excitement."

Only then did Yun Ji notice that the main field of the garden party had been arranged.

Yarns of different colors hung from the branches of the trees around them, and low tables and small mats were set up for rest. There were a few fruit snacks on the table, and some women were putting wine into the pot.

It looks pretty good.

There were about sixty or seventy students who came, and each of them found a place to sit.

For the sake of convenience, Yunji specially found a relatively remote place. After Guan Shangxuan and Huang Zhuyu sat around, it no longer looked remote.

I don't know why, people came around one after another.

Well?

What's going on?

A bunch of pig teammates!

Yun Ji secretly observed for a while, and found that with himself as the center, there were many tables moving around.

Someone came this time with a bad person.

Yun and quickly came to a conclusion, who is it? He didn't know.

He is very low-key in the academy, and even the personal biography of the mountain chief has not been made public, and he can only watch one step at a time.

"Now that you are seated, then we are about to start, I don't know who of you present will play the silk and bamboo orchestra, why not come to the beginning of the music?"

The name of the speaker is Xie Fangheng, and he is Fu Guangde's lackey.

As soon as he finished speaking, several people immediately got up, all of them holding musical instruments, such as flutes and flutes.

"I've been prepared for a long time." The men said in unison, then sat down and set themselves up and began to play.

It's obvious childcare!

Guan Shangxuan glanced at this kind of operation, it is estimated that there is no chance to invite someone to play in the academy, so he can only let people make up temporarily.

The sound of silk and bamboo filled the air, which reflected the scene of this garden party.

"The silk and bamboo are ready, so let's ask Senior Brother Fu to give endowment for the garden party, Senior Brother Fu is the initiator of the garden party, please don't shirk it."

Fu Guangde was naturally pushed out and stood in the middle. He looked left and right, and saw a group of people looking at him with expectant eyes, even Jiang Yunji, so he straightened his chest.

Such a gaze was very useful to him, and at that moment, Fu Guangde began to chant as if improvised.

"In the autumn of the eighth year of Dewu, the West Lake, falling in Xishu, Luoyang Academy, outstanding people, beautiful pagodas......" Fu Guangde sang slowly, and the people on the side worked hard to write.

The masterpieces produced by each assembly form a collection with special records. Some people improvise poetry and forget it in a blink of an eye. Some people will consciously write it down and write it down when they go back.

Therefore, someone can record it to prevent it from being missed.

"Very good, very good, Senior Brother Fu is really brilliant, please sit down, now we will start throwing pots, composing poems, the one who is punished with the least alcohol can take away the Guangchengzi paintings provided by Senior Brother Fu, in order to ensure authenticity, please take a look."

Xie Fangheng clapped his hands, and immediately someone opened the painting tube, revealing the paintings inside.

It was a picture of a beauty, with soft lines, graceful facial features, and a very appropriate color matching.

"It's really a painting by Hiroshiko."

Dongmen Weisheng said to Huang Zhuyu after carefully looking at the beauty picture.

"That's, what Senior Brother Fu provided is still fake?" Huang Zhuyu said.

"Hahaha."

A few people started laughing, which led to the emotional ups and downs of the majority.

"Then it's up to you brothers and sisters." Xie Fangheng said immediately.

"I'll come first." Wei Chengfeng was the first to get up. The fat body squeezed his clothes out of the horizontal bars, and he was not affected at all, and he was inspired to be a flexible fat man.

Yun Ji propped his chin and watched his solo performance.

Wei Chengfeng is the leader of his own group, relying on the support of His Majesty's holy decree, he is used to being arrogant and domineering in the academy in private, and he always has to bully whoever is easy to bully.

If you guessed correctly, the leader of another force in the academy is Fu Guangde.

He was able to hold a rally, and he was able to get the support of so many people, combined with his pretentious performance just now. At the same time, he must not be low in knowledge, but also has the ability to win people's hearts.

This is the kind of person that the teacher wants to solve the most.

Fu Guangde himself should be an ambitious person, otherwise according to his knowledge, there would be no need to go through such a hard time. He could have gone to the scientific examination, and after winning the list, he would have entered the officialdom, and he should not have such a deep connection with the academy.

So what exactly does he want?

Just as Yun Ji was secretly writing down Fu Guangde, Wei Chengfeng's shrill laughter interrupted him. Yun Ji looked up and saw that Wei Chengfeng was excited about the first arrow thrown into the pot, and he was smiling, and this smile completely drowned his eyes in his sockets.

Wei Chengfeng pulled out the second arrow, stretched out his arms to show everyone, and then continued to throw the pot.

His technique was good, hitting three arrows in a row. Just as he was triumphantly throwing the fourth, his foot accidentally kicked a stone, and the arrow in his hand flew out, crossed the spout, and plunged into the ground beside him.

Wei Chengfeng changed his smiling face and jumped to his feet angrily.

"Hahaha, it seems that God doesn't want Senior Brother Wei to win the championship in one fell swoop, Senior Brother Wei, according to the rules, compose poems."

With such a rule, everyone has to compose a poem, does it mean how many rounds to play?

Then that's too boring.

Sure enough, someone discovered this problem, and there were immediately a few more thin copper kettles on the scene, which was to divide the person into several parts.

Yun Ji was assigned to the copper kettle field that Wei Chengfeng had thrown.

This is Fu Guangde's territory, even if he wants to play tricks, he can't do it, so he can only honestly write a decent poem, and then be greeted by a few people.

Not all of the sixty or seventy people present were going to come up to compete for the painting, so only about thirty people actually participated in the pot throwing game, and they were divided into three groups.

As a result, the final winners of the three categories will definitely have the final competition.

Yun Ji went up at the last of his group, and one of the arrows in front of him missed the ground, and there were two or three of them, and the most powerful five or six.

When it was Yunji's turn, he was a little nervous, he had never played pitcher. Only when I was in Shilitang, I often used hard grass to shoot leaves.

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